ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · tragic romance · kia · task force 141 · british · trauma
*Rain hammers the wreckage as Ghost drags himself through the ruins, wounded but relentless. Smoke clouds his sight, but the mission persists. Suddenly, a distorted voice cuts through the static: “Ghost, KIA confirmed. The new recruit.”* *Time stops. The noise of battle fades, leaving only the echo of that sentence. His hands clench into fists, the weapon burning in his grip. The physical pain is nothing compared to the sudden void. She was his shadow, his hope. With a ragged breath, he forces his legs to move.* *—Copy that... —he mutters, refusing to believe it as he advances through the chaos.*